The night of ruin

Chapter 1

Andres P. O. V

"Confess your treacherous act in the sight of the goddess and man!” The slayer barked at a man whose head was resting on the decapitation stool, ready to be beheaded.

My insides churned the more my gaze lingered on him, and the pain transitioned into violence, threatening to rip me apart. He has been a critical part of my life, and now he will be beheaded right in front of me. He was Roberto Alonso, my father's best friend, beta and trainer.

Never in my wildest dreams, did I imagine that I'll be the one to issue the order for his execution.

Robert Alonso killed the alpha of the pack, and he wasn't just the Alpha, he was my dad, my fucking dad! A life for a life, they said. I don't fucking care. If I could kill three generations for my dad's life, I wouldn't think twice before doing it.

My mind drifted off to the gory scene of my dad taking his last breath. I had just graduated summa cum laude from MIT, so I took the quickest flight back to New Orleans to celebrate with my family. 

I barged into my dad's office with a smile on my face, just to be met with an inconceivable scene, my dad's best friend, Robert Alonso, plunging his claws into my dad's throat. Blood spilled over from the severed veins, soaking his shirt. I watched in horror as he choked on his blood with shock still plastered on his face, and it all happened within a second. 

Fury darkened the edges of my vision, and my body acted on its own. I pounced on Mr.Robert and used my blade laced with wolfsbane to give a fatal cut across his stomach and legs.

Caught off guard, he fell to the floor and howled in agony as the wolfsbane bit into his skin. I ran immediately to my father , scooping him into my arms. The pain in my chest intensified as I stared at his lifeless body in my arms.

With furrowed brows, I turned my head to a corner, where my shadow guards were stationed.

“Raphael” I called out with a voice I couldn't recognize, my eyes never leaving my dad's body.

“Yes boss,” he replied from the shadows.

“Take him to the dungeon” I ordered.

He dragged Roberto out of the room like a rag doll.

I took my dad to his room, expecting to meet my mother there, getting ready for her tea party, but to my greatest horror, mother was on the floor in her pool of blood. I froze. She has a deep cut on her neck, the same as the one on my dad's neck. Someone she trusted came into her room and did that to her.

 "What the hell is going on." I cried out in anguish, a single tear sleeping down my cheek.

I staggered to my mom with my dad in my arms and crouched beside her . I placed my mom close to my dad. At that moment I felt nothing, my chest was devoid of any emotions, just emptiness and numbness.

I checked her pulse. Thankfully, she still had a pulse, even if it was faint. 

I dialed our family doctor's number. 

“Doctor Leonard, please come to the pack house now!”

“Yes,” he said in one breath.

This can't be happening, we've wronged no one, not even my dad's best friend. I stood up and walked to the door, dialing Kai's number. He picked it up on the first ring.

“Kai, are you with Rosita now?” I asked calmly, which contradicts the turmoil rampaging my mind.

“Yes, I'm with her, boss. She is with her college friends at a party.” He replied sharply.

Kai is my best friend and one of my most trusted shadow guards that was assigned to guard my sister, Rosita, who had an extraordinary talents for landing herself in trouble whenever she could.

“Andre, is everything alright?” He asked with concern.

“Everything is fine, be by her side twenty-four hours.” I said calmly.

“Yes, I'll do just that” he replied before I ended the call.

I returned to my parents side, and crouched down to lift my mom. I placed her gently on the bed. Then I took my father to the cold house, where his body will be kept until Rosita comes back to New Orleans for his burial.

Mr. Alonso has been by my father's side for as long as I could remember. He was my first trainer. When my family discovered that I was a late shifter, Mr. Alonso was tasked to make me as powerful as a werewolf. He trained me alongside werewolves at the age of ten.

 He was undeniably the strongest in our pack, but my dad was chosen as the Alpha instead of him. He had willingly accepted the title of the beta, so why the sudden betrayal?"

The three generations of Mr. Alonso will be slaughtered like cows, and I'll make sure of that. I can accept being hurt, but my family, never. There are consequences for all actions, and the Alonso's is death.

“Earth to Andre!” I was brought back to reality by Rosita's voice.

She snapped her hands in front of me, trying to get my attention.

“Your knuckles are white, Andre, and you almost murdered the armrest.” She said, smiling as her dimples graced her face.

 I could sense sadness in her voice, even if she tried to hide it by making jokes.

“Traitor! Confess!” The crowd continued shouting. Mr. Alonso's body was smothered in blood and his face disfigured to an unrecognizable shape, but he still laughed even in the sight of death, justifying his treachery.

“There is nothing for me to confess. I'm the strongest in the pack. I should've been the Alpha not......"

Before he could finish his sentence, I collected the sword from the slayer and beheaded him. The crowd went silent.

I walked away from the violent and bloody sight and faced the pack with a cold gaze.

“Anyone who believes they can defeat me, should come out and face me. Don't hide in the shadows like a coward. I expect a challenge soon.” I said calmly. My eyes lingered on the crowd, searching for blonde, silky hair. 

Like the heavens could hear my prayer, I

caught sight of it leaving the arena. “Jasmine Alonso. She will be my trophy!”